If you're wondering how I'm doing on the quilt, just ask any member of my family, large or small. They'll tell you whenever I'm sitting, I'm quilting.
Emma: "Mom, can I read to you?"
Me: "Sure, sweetie, just a minute..."
(The next instant I am dragging myself and a gargantuan king-sized quilt over to the couch to sit beside her.)
Ian: "Mom, can you come up to my room with me?"
Me: "Course I can"
(primal grunting followed by me pulling gigantic blankie up the stairs behind me, then hoisting it and myself onto Ian's bed, as I add in necessary sound effects to the "Thomas the Tank Engine" story he's acting out.)
Later, when settling in to watch a movie after the kids have gone to bed, Peter asks if my friend and I can move over, he has nowhere to sit.
Not the most portable of projects, I'll tell you. But extremely cathartic work, handquilting. I love it, the "rocking" rhythm of the stitches. If it could fit in the car so I could stitch while waiting on the kids, I would anoint this the perfect project. However, I think next one will be just a smidge smaller.
I am still really excited whenever I see tans, browns, and beiges paired with blues, as evidenced by my recent thrifting purchases. It feels a bit like I'm color coordinating my life.
I don't know what these woolens will end up being (I couldn't resist such a huge amount for $1.99), but I just love them. And that variegated yarn, actually any variegated yarn, reminds me of my grandma. I already know what I'm going to do with that.
My current collecting obsession is paint by numbers. 
Ok, well a collection is usually more than one, but its my start. I recently bought this one on ebay for Ian's room (again with the brown and blue). Maybe its the simplicity of the image, the colors, the horse, I don't know, but its a hit around our house. I hung it in his room when it arrived, didn't mention it to anyone. By the end of the day, mister I-don't-ever-notice-what's-on-my-walls couldn't stop telling everyone about it (including our mailman), and his sister was crying because I hadn't gotten one for her. Who knew?
Well, I should go, my quilt wants dinner.
P.S.- Thanks so much for your thoughtful comments on my last post. Gosh, I'm so glad you're out there.
